Wednesday, August 22, 2012

Darragh's Trust

Darragh

Rests impaled on the pikes of the heart thieves. 
Walks from beside myself to greet my soul.
Lays at your feet trusting gentle foot fall.

Like
A cheap oriental rug bare to dirty feet. 
Scorned raven feathers plucked for nests of doves. 
A wounded heart with a dagger stuck in it's back. 
Preaching hypocritical words of wisdom. 

Melding mind and heart as one. envisioned

Dark Minded

It hung there 
Over my heart like a noose over a psychopathic murderers neck.
Decorating the halls of truth with flesh from liars.
Feeding my eyes with obscurities.
Fills my ears with jagged wire q-tips.
Razor teeth biting through leather cheeks.

Under My Thumb

I am stuck in my own mind
A box with a circle top

Eyes with no pigment
Scales with no flesh

Existence is beyond temporary future but falls short of eternity

The bindings of time held with faded yellowed glue. indented print on worn pages in the beginning fading to nothingness at the end

Faces blur, colors dull, and i am left with everything and nothing in one speck 
Then my mind  explodes again and the books pages are reprinted on reborn paper

Dabbling in a new era. billions of generations sit on the thumb that turns time to the next page.

Monday, August 20, 2012

Deliver Me

Steering a unicycle with a flat tire and one pedal heading towards a Speed bump testing facility

It's not easy but the B-Side takes over and reason becomes a wet napkin saturated with my tears

Silicones shooting daggers because they can't throw daggers so i Kiss my reason and she tells me everything will be ok

So i compound compounding fractures of my mind and grow over The wounds of incompetence of black rats and wait for the white Ones to carry me away

REINCARNATION

I thank you by smashing your dishes at your feet
Termites oozing up through the floor boards gasping for liquid air

Splintered meals given to them by birds feasting on their shell of life
Teasing homage with death. truth

Neutralize neuron stimulations
Fate determined by an 8 ball shaken not stirred

Dipsticks and flash sticks comprised of poison

Rambling run ons ramble in a pint cup of whiskey with promises flowers around Your neck but its too tight
Lines drawn on the legs of dames 

Printing and pressing cartridges which end their better counterparts cry of domination

Freedom dropping disinformation from bombs falling through the fog
Stained with the scent of nothing 

Hail the silenced evil no more bunker blues served with cyanide flavored sweet tarts

Jungles of green and subterranean lairs
Separated by the water that feeds them only to be conquered by freedom once again 

Falling fire balls torching backs of babes
Kneeling for cover with no breath left

Digging for hope praying for nothing to give faith

Burning away into ash covering the decks of cats 

Treading on the treads suffocating any hope of reincarnation

I continue

I continue. I push on
I wake even though I'd rather not, I eat even though I don't hunger

I smile, it's not me
I laugh, it's at you

Teeth prowling for a wise word to sharpen its habit with
A step down on the rest of beings being humane at each other not with each other 

Sitting politic in the steel belly of the cole 
Ghosts of fallen heroes that humanity can't seem to understand 

A destiny that no one wants to admit so he'll hold that blanket till he dies of a stroke 
Crippling his hands no longer being able to hold white cotton dreams 

Cutting his thumb suckling to the bone exposing stainless steel digitus-manus
Self mutilate to cut out the pain, the pain driving unfilled cavities. thirsting for more but no one wants to give up the lucky 

So they reserve and hold back putting up Hadrian. only no one is around to Guard the wicked 

Ogres trample with fist thumping chests. stringy hair that is dead and creeps Around like cotton spider webs. impounded souls repo'd by Baal Zebub himself, Fallen from a gate that was never open to begin with

Where The Wild Things Are

Cooking fat to feed the institutionalized
Arms hinged by arms healing nerves of the concerned
No thought of consequence of falling up town brothers 

Wolves dangling slices of trickery in the mouths of pups
Pulling us deeper and deeper into the den with no light
Igniting imagination of a construct resetting minds to infancy 
Departing youth, revisiting nothing briefly

Awakening stupefied to a truth, not the truth but a truth 
No longer in need but want. stinging tastes numbed to the nerve
Questions of vulgarities and demonic undertones unanswerable by age
Traveling my machine of time that is my mind  to a land of wild things

Safe once again

Sunday, August 19, 2012

Transparent Mirror

Light draining time, energy
Beyond exhaustion needing breath

My words are an addicts drug

These lines are bold with power and relativity
Thumbing through my pages of colors you search for the best lines to digest. 

Starving for further cravings untouched by another. frozen lightning.
Looking to set times shadow in concrete when out of nowhere a root breaks Through at your feet

Curious you get down to investigate. nervous and anxious to see this freak of Nature growing through the fibers of mainstream

Peering out into the distance at passing by pedestrians. giants.
Stomping around you with force, dust flying, wheels rushing past by. 
Realizing you are staring at yourself through a mirror of time.

Awakening

I fumble out of bed stubbing my toes on the corners of insanity that plagued the dream before 

Wiping the goo of terror from my eyes that are anything but useful

Brewing energy in a pot heated from the ground up 
sipping from time to time hoping for a reason to evolve 

My mind see's what it wants to, my heart see's much darker. my ears hear your color that refracts through my head like light through a crystal 

And its not even light out yet or is it not morning yet?

Sitting on a block built from product and dreams of wealth once again, i cannot but help feel the loss of the future to come

Flicking away the irritants of stress and brown
I feel a little like green today

Game understands the harvester of wolves coming together in cadence

Quantum Enygmas

My thoughts are clustered, scrambled, and inconceivable. evil to the point Loki wouldn't try to take me away. 

The reaper has tried and failed. sin doesn't begin to explain the fury my mind portrays into my reality. twisting streamlined goodness into predetermined lines that don't quite fly straight.

Thoughts squeal deep within like a loose fan belt. recollecting images as touch comes to surface instantly providing truth. let it be told.

Let it be told the valley of the blind can't see hatred. would you take candy from a baby?
Why take innocence?

I sit behind hell's gate with the devil as my cell mate. 
The method to madness is understanding that madness has no order. having two thoughts in the same instance with two different outcomes bordering on the fence of sanity held up by the backs of the weak, tired, hungry, and poor. a brain with no segue, no intermittence and no washer fluid. scraping away the crust of life flicking it into eternity. sneakers with more traction than a recent paraplegic that was hit by a bus full of asian gamblers picxing on their newly acquired iPhones. 

Pick a line out of my notebook and sniff it but leave the ink in your brain causing stroking explosions deafening your affliction. 

A pilot stove lit wit hydrogen stoking a flame of blue heat melding together two pennies and rubber souls.

Take what is pure from my rib and gnaw off purity digesting the new sin of Liberty.
Only to be interrupted by a bomb shell raised in a sheltered canopy. 

So my thoughts start over again…

Take A Breath

MY MIND IS RACING ON AN INFORMATION SUPER HIGHWAY TRAFFIC JAM 
THOUGHTS RUNNING ON FIRE AND ENGINE NO. 9 IS NO WHERE TO BE FOUND 

I STOP DROP AND ROLL ONLY TO CATCH MY CLOUDS ON FIRE 
INCINERATING DREAMS THAT WHICH SPAWN A FOREVER LASTING CIRCLE OF DELUSION

RAIN OF FIRE AND ICE PELT MY BRAIN INTO SUBMISSION
TINGLING SENSATIONS OF NUMBNESS DULL THE PAIN

STARVED FOR INTENT ONCE AGAIN
THE COOL CALM NORMAL THOUGHTS RETURN TO SAVE THE MOMENT

A Feather Lost

YOU CONVERSE WITH THE TRUMPET OF YOUR BOWELS WHERE AS REAL PEOPLE SPEAK THROUGH A SYMPHONY OF THE BRAIN. 
YOUR CONVERGENCE OF SPEWING CATERPILLARS LOSE THEIR WINGS THAT GET TATTOOED ON THE ASSES OF YOUNGS.
THE BULLDOG IS SHED BY HIS PEACOCK AND FLASHES POSSIBILITIES. 
CHOKING SLOWLY ON THE HANDS OF FOOD POISONED THROUGH TIME DILUTED WITH DECENCY. 
THE DOG LISTENS. CATCHES EVERY TEAR WITH INTENT AND PURPOSE.
LOYAL TO THE GAME WILL NEVER COWER IN TIME OF NEED.
UNCONDITIONAL.

Demons

To put on my eyes would require more than heart and soul. 
Maybe a lack of really but i am capable of love this i know. 
Growing up they blip in every once in a while like broken film  missing a frame replaced with truth. 

I remember the first one very well. fuzzy, dark in color like a raven with tucked back wings. always had a smile but never spoke, that was up to me. 
it didn't have a name or goal but when wrong came about, so did it. 

Milk money never lasted as long as we wish especially when others wish it be theirs. 
Sense and cents stolen right from my pocket where i thought my heart was safe but i was wrong. i moved that up to my sleeve haste-fully. this particular demon arrived shortly after the thugs took my nutrition and and showed me the way of life, that there will always be someone willing to harm and profit from your pain or vulnerability. 
I sought to make a dent in this way of life and the demon guided me in a way. stealing the stolen bread from the evil that existed made me feel better because if i was doing the stealing from them then other good people must have thought the same. i know some that have tried and forfeited their life for just that cause. it was a war that waged on until temptation arose along with a new demon. 

Black with a sheen of blood red highlighting its wing tips and muscles. a real sinister smirk constantly but this one also did not speak. it was just there all the time with the aged demon steadily pacing the rear. this one however, had a little more showmanship. this one would tempt me in other ways the other demon could not. plucking the fortunes of descents swiftly and secretly. sharpened instruments curves like the beauty of the female body just asking to be lifted. then the disciples saw this talent and offered riches for them. i never had to worry about my milk being dry again.

Once this demon grew old, another one was born. this one was dark, very dark. so black that when you looked at it you saw nothing but when you took your eyes off, a shadow infested your peripheral.
This one had no voice but that of a conscious. glowing hatred and evil. willing to do what it took to accomplish what it was intended for, pain and erasing pages from books. 
It was no longer temptation but a way. it is just the way it is now was the ora of this demon. you became the pack leader amongst a pack of hungry wolves. teeth aching for the next numbness, the next hunt. running until exhausted only to run that much further to scavenge. pack mates would sometimes challenge but the last thing you need is weakness. a wall goes up permanently and blood becomes nothing but a lost soaked sample of what was to become of resistance. like a bear trap snapping off a foot, masculinity was a must. 
when one day, as fast as they showed up, another demon comes to light and temporarily frightens off the others. what could be so much worse you ask yourself, this one is pure pain and sorrow, guilt and hatred all wrapped into one ghostly fog of repentance. like what you feel when kinship is threatened or taken from you. one moment you are sitting politic with your demons and then in a split second a wolf is tamed and prepared for nothingness. caressing and licking his wounds until life is drained from eyes filled with pain that you just want to take away from him. absorb it into you. so you howl until you are breathless and the moon sets out of view. shattered life in a second and this page becomes eternity. a pain that will last as long as you. until reason comes around telling you everything will be ok. only thoughts that are true are that of nothingness. empty, dissolve into darkness. sleep indefinitely.
now the reasoning for the other demons was quite evident but they return and linger around constantly tempting and provoking you. resistance is not always there and weakness comes fourth but you deal with it. one page at a time.   

Buffering

Buffering is this to me.
 Handshakes of trust and hugs of lust
 Sector zero Schering memories and proclivities
 Upgrading friends, control S. Updating enemies, alt control delete.
This is Buffering to me.

Friday, August 17, 2012

Cleanse Me

The rain will come one day
To wash away the decay from my heart
Needing to break out of my chest
It claws, ripping and tearing through my flesh

Needing light, sight
Insight which manifests from my minds sight
Transforming, energy evolved
Spreading away and thin fading into darkness

Desire not which thy seek
But to desire that which thy reap
My heart tires of weeping, tires from pain
Heavy and sinking that which i built to keep afloat

Never to forget my hearts memory stored on the backs of broken dreams

A feeling controlled only to be set free 
Released by you, a love to be
Patterns sewn together by stitches of silk
Our seamstress flawless and seamless design

Like two fabrics of time on a single plane

A heart seen through
As our keys pass through.

Tuesday, August 07, 2012

Between The Distance

patterns emerging from the past
A past that would never last.
Forever as one  we swore to be
But she chose drugs and alcohol over me.

Remembering a reminder which that lays upon my breast.
Tis not her but a tattoo that caresses my chest.
Wherefore art thou Juliet?
Dancing and singing her own minuet 

Resurfacing pain from her new found life
Refurbishing her subconscious spite

But tis happiness that protrudes her skin
Heart internalized where its safe and so it begins
On the waves of an ocean tween two vessels
Overtaken by the wake of colliding forces
Peaceful slumber could not find me fast enough
Enough says my Raven, your journey has been rough

He rests his weary wings on my bow
A silent gaze seeks the truth of how
How is that I always find you he asks now
Now I am silent gazing through him

Weren't you ready? Didn't you see it begin?
You wretched flying rodent I proclaim
I was happy, happy til you flew back into my brain
My reminding past my perceiving future I shall oust you

Don't you see? I'm inside you
You couldn't rid me even if you tried to
Leave me alone you fowl bird I was happy being without you
I shalt not be alone though so I guess you can stick around for a few

Thats right, I've taught you and helped you.
But I also can hurt you and destroy you